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I've just found out that there's a wrestling move called 'Sliced Bread #2'. How embarrassing. Anyway, that's not where the title of this journal comes from. I thought it up when I was in high school and always wanted to use it for something.

Thanks to blogger.com for the hosting and the template. Content is copyright Dennis Relser (M. Elmslie) 2004-05.

Monday, December 20, 2004

Ingrid and I were looking out a porthole at, well, nothing. "Being a slave sucks," I said, "but at least I get to see another planet."

"Yeah. It's not that great," she said.

"What isn't--seeing another planet?"

"Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting. You've never been in space before."

Unbelievable. "And you have?"

"Sure. It's lovely this time of year, isn't it?"

"You're so full of crap," I told her.

"It was a couple of years ago. This alien warlord, Kraden Ratstar, fell in love with me and kidnapped me to his planet. I didn't see much of it; I was locked in this tower most of the time. From what I could tell the place looked like Africa with a green sky and Art Deco architecture. Victor, Bob and Daylighter had to come get me."

"Really?"

"I've still got the silver bikini and the headdress at home. I'll show you when we get back."